A Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate always brings a smile to my face — except the time Starbucks did it's best to kill my Christmas spirit.
A Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate always brings a smile to my face — except the time Starbucks did it's best to kill my Christmas spirit.
Jumping into the Way Back Machine. The House Guest requested I publish an old favorite Christmas story where Starbucks did it's best to kill my holiday spirit. I've expanded on it and polished it up a bit. Enjoy! So, I figured I'd stop by my local Starbucks on the way home from work to get a Salted Caramel Hot …
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I had a decision to make. Obey the law or help a mom and her kid out.
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Against my better judgment, I agreed to go grocery shopping with the Houseguest. What was I thinking?
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I got more than I bargained for when I picked a young woman up one morning.
Welcome to my new blog Tales from the Land Manatee. I'll try to entertain you with my cautionary tales and observations on life.
My first post. Might as well start of doing what I do best — complaining.